50 Bars

by **Strictt Ame** » Jan 22nd, '10, 04:54

Since my battles arent gettin votes right now I figured I would just post some shit up..50 bar I did on IronMic..may not know the names in CAPS but Fourwordds is J Roc..

Im a fuckin certified-villain, spittin purified-writtens
Hear the pur-of-my-engine, I ensure-the-right-business
And came to mop up your pathetic watered-down-verse
Knock ya I Crooked from this Slaughter-House-curse
When Im-bored my viciousness seems to spike-more
And my sickness can only be compared to a psych-ward
So get ya shield ready when Im swingin my-sword
The impact I have is like free fallin from five-floors
My rhymes-soar as my lines-tore through ya spine-cord
I drop bombs in battles, you can say I define-war
While you need to try-more just to shine-whore
Im primed-for some grime-gore to make ya die-poor
Ame’s a fuckin giant, you more like five-four
Its time-for me to throw punches, have ya mind-sore
Shoot some MAGIC AERO’s to rip-ya-trash
Then SLANG FLOWs till Im getting FISTS-OF-CASH
My RAPSTYLES are god like, though Im simply-a-mortal
And on the STREET they call me things like SICKLII IMMORAL
Im so ill, the government says it was me that sparked-mersa
I spit VENOM, in FOURWORDDs I can be a HEARTBURSTAH
Its easy to see Ive made a comfortable spot-for-myself
Im plottin-ya-hell while you run off and be stoppin-for-help
Turn ya back on me and Im robbin-ya-wealth
Cops come, I act like an old Dodge-cuz-Im-Stealth
If you get ya goons-to-guard I’ll send ya goons-to-God
That fuckin useless-squad have’em doomed-n-charred
Got crucial-bars that go stupid-hard, leave putrid-scars
This dudes-bizarre got skills to have ya whole crew-ajar
Claim victory, pull out and light up a huge-cigar
Then put it out on a retina, don’t care who-ya-are
Now look in my eyes, see that Im preparin-to-merk-ya
Swearin-I’m-hurtful when twisted off of flarin-the-purple
We go face to face, I could’ve sworn I was starin-at-Eurkle
But ya whole crews like a waffle, a lot of squares-in-ya-circle
Better know-ya-place-in this cipher and slow-ya-hatin
Cuz theres no-debatin murderin emcees is my motivation
And why you call me bro? bitch we are of no-relation
So keep it up I’ll put you six feet below-quotations
The flows-Im-gracin are as hard as the coldest-pavements
And with the dolja-blazin Im as hot as the soul-of-Satan
You want me to slip up I know-ya-waitin, shoulders-shakin
Im wantin you to bitch up cuz Im certain you hoes-are-fakin
So until that day just play ya role and know-the-name-its..
Strictt, with a gun..always on target when I hold-n-Ame-it
Im too shifty-when-I-pass, foot mashes swiftly-on-the-gas
Flyin by you, blunts mixed with sticky-and-some-hash
And every bar is nasty like a slut doin quickies-in-a-cab
Punches plunge deep, they run up quickly-and-I-stab
Take everything bitch Im not at all picky-when-I-snatch
And fuck G-Unit but I just dropped Fifty-on-your-ass

by **shadyfreakzul** » Jan 22nd, '10, 11:30

Strictt Ame wrote:Since my battles arent gettin votes right now I figured I would just post some shit up..50 bar I did on IronMic..may not know the names in CAPS but Fourwordds is J Roc..

Im a fuckin certified-villain, spittin purified-writtens
Hear the pur-of-my-engine, I ensure-the-right-business
And came to mop up your pathetic watered-down-verse
Knock ya I Crooked from this Slaughter-House-curse
When Im-bored my viciousness seems to spike-more
And my sickness can only be compared to a psych-ward
So get ya shield ready when Im swingin my-sword
The impact I have is like free fallin from five-floors
My rhymes-soar as my lines-tore through ya spine-cord
I drop bombs in battles, you can say I define-war
While you need to try-more just to shine-whore
Im primed-for some grime-gore to make ya die-poor
Ame’s a fuckin giant, you more like five-four
Its time-for me to throw punches, have ya mind-sore
Shoot some MAGIC AERO’s to rip-ya-trash
Then SLANG FLOWs till Im getting FISTS-OF-CASH
My RAPSTYLES are god like, though Im simply-a-mortal
And on the STREET they call me things like SICKLII IMMORAL
Im so ill, the government says it was me that sparked-mersa
I spit VENOM, in FOURWORDDs I can be a HEARTBURSTAH
Its easy to see Ive made a comfortable spot-for-myself
Im plottin-ya-hell while you run off and be stoppin-for-help
Turn ya back on me and Im robbin-ya-wealth
Cops come, I act like an old Dodge-cuz-Im-Stealth
If you get ya goons-to-guard I’ll send ya goons-to-God
That fuckin useless-squad have’em doomed-n-charred
Got crucial-bars that go stupid-hard, leave putrid-scars
This dudes-bizarre got skills to have ya whole crew-ajar
Claim victory, pull out and light up a huge-cigar
Then put it out on a retina, don’t care who-ya-are
Now look in my eyes, see that Im preparin-to-merk-ya
Swearin-I’m-hurtful when twisted off of flarin-the-purple
We go face to face, I could’ve sworn I was starin-at-Eurkle
But ya whole crews like a waffle, a lot of squares-in-ya-circle
Better know-ya-place-in this cipher and slow-ya-hatin
Cuz theres no-debatin murderin emcees is my motivation
And why you call me bro? bitch we are of no-relation
So keep it up I’ll put you six feet below-quotations
The flows-Im-gracin are as hard as the coldest-pavements
And with the dolja-blazin Im as hot as the soul-of-Satan
You want me to slip up I know-ya-waitin, shoulders-shakin
Im wantin you to bitch up cuz Im certain you hoes-are-fakin
So until that day just play ya role and know-the-name-its..
Strictt, with a gun..always on target when I hold-n-Ame-it
Im too shifty-when-I-pass, foot mashes swiftly-on-the-gas
Flyin by you, blunts mixed with sticky-and-some-hash
And every bar is nasty like a slut doin quickies-in-a-cab
Punches plunge deep, they run up quickly-and-I-stab
Take everything bitch Im not at all picky-when-I-snatch
And fuck G-Unit but I just dropped Fifty-on-your-ass